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Goku feels antsy today.
It’s like there’s an itch he just can’t scratch. No matter how hard he presses down, he can’t quite satisfy it.
He’s tried meditating it out, but he just couldn’t focus. His mind kept wandering off and he kept getting bouncy again. Then, he thought, maybe the problem was not moving enough.
So, to his wife’s dumbfounded surprise, he willingly worked on the fields for a couple of hours. It was good for getting his body moving and his mind focused on something. His hands also finally had something to occupy themselves with, and it was pretty good.
It still didn’t stop the underlying tension. In every swing of the till, his muscles were unnecessarily tense. The deep-set exhaustion he usually feels after working in the sun all day isn’t present.
His whole body still feels tense, despite having finished a while ago.
Alright, he’s exhausted every option, so time to visit Vegeta. Usually, fighting is a cure-all for anything that ails Goku. Except maybe that one time with that heart disease, but that doesn’t count. That aside, punching and being punched will, quite literally, beat the remaining tension out of his muscles. And what better way to do that than with his favorite partner?
Goku changes into his gi, hoping that the dirt and sweat he’s accumulated from today isn’t too much of a deterrent for Vegeta. He could take a shower before he goes, but then he’d just get all dirty and sweaty again from fighting and Chi-chi would make him take another one before bed.
Well, whatever. He’s going to see Vegeta and finally be able to relax. Goku puts two fingers to his forehead and locks onto Vegeta’s ki.
It’s oddly relaxed right now, especially for someone as tense as Vegeta. Usually his ki is sharp and compressed, refusing to go outside the confines of his body. Now, his ki feels like it’s free, like water.
He’s never seen his friend so relaxed. It’s so surprising to him that Goku almost feels bad for interrupting whatever he’s doing. But Vegeta’s interrupted him plenty of times before to fight, so it’s only fair!
Goku focuses his ki and teleports to Vegeta. Goku is confused for a second, not being under the dim red lights or the harsh weight of the gravity chamber. He’s not in the kitchen watching Vegeta get a late-night snack, nor is he in the living room watching Vegeta read a book.
No, he’s in Vegeta and Bulma’s bedroom. The lights are off, the dim light of West City at night is the only thing that illuminates the room.
Goku sees one person sitting on top of another laying on the bed and his face reddens. This isn’t the first time he’s interrupted Vegeta and Bulma’s… more intimate hours, but he’s not ready to face the fury Bulma promised if she catches him doing it again.
He’s more scared of Bulma than Vegeta. At least Vegeta only gave him a death glare, but that was honestly par for the course with being friends with him.
Before Goku focuses his energy back on Chi-chi and can teleport away, his eyes catch onto something. Looking a bit closer at them, he realizes that Vegeta and Bulma aren’t exactly doing what he imagined they were.
No, Vegeta is laying on the bed while Bulma is straddling his hips. It’s a familiar position, one that Goku has caught them in multiple times by accident. Though this time is a little different, since Bulma is in all of her pajamas and Vegeta is lying face down, naked.
Goku takes a moment to appreciate the contours and divots of his friend’s back, which were highlighted by the dim lights of the city. Vegeta’s muscles were glistening and they looked relaxed and soft.
Bulma reaches for a bottle on the nightstand, the opposite one to where Goku is standing, thankfully. She opens it and lathers her delicate hands in a substance that smells sweet and flowery. After they’ve been sufficiently coated, she puts the bottle back and presses her hands on Vegeta’s back.
Maybe he shouldn’t be watching this, but for some reason Goku is transfixed by the scene before him. Vegeta especially looks…
He can’t keep his eyes off of him. His back muscles are stretched and woven, trails of hard work leading to corded arms that rest under his head. Vegeta’s face is turned away, giving Goku a good glimpse of his soft hair. He knows it’s soft because he’s grabbed it more than once during some of their more wild spars.
Bulma’s hands press into the flesh of Vegeta’s back, and Goku has the sudden, bizarre urge to tell her that she’s doing it wrong. The press of those fingers barely causes a dent in Vegeta’s skin, and if she’s trying to relax those muscles forcefully, she’s not going to do it with such little strength.
Goku shoves the urge down quickly. He’s lucky enough that Vegeta and Bulma haven’t noticed him, even more so with Vegeta being relaxed enough to not sense another ki in the room with them.
Better not push his luck further, he thinks as he lowers his ki to almost nothing. Vegeta gives a contented hum and Goku freezes, panicking. But after a few seconds of not being yelled at, he realizes that Vegeta is enjoying the massage enough to actually vocalize it.
Heat rushes to Goku’s face and pools at the base of his stomach from the noise.
Goku wonders just how much louder Vegeta would be if he were the one doing the massage. If Vegeta hums at the gentle caress Bulma is giving him, how much louder would he be with Goku’s strong hands and fingers? How breathy would his voice be if Goku drags his hands down his back? Lower, lower…
He’s rapidly developing a problem in his pants, and Goku realizes that he needs to leave. He desperately wants to keep watching, but Goku thinks he’s one look away from vocalizing his own need.
Goku locks onto Chi-chi and teleports away from the tantalizing scene. His wife jumps at his sudden appearance, but it’s subdued, having lived with this behavior for years.
“How many times have I told you to not–”
“Gotta go take a bath! Bye!” Goku hurriedly runs outside before she could get a good look at his problem .
“At least he’s doing it willingly…” He hears Chi-chi sigh as he rushes out the door.
He knows that he and Chi-chi could have some fun if he asked, but he doesn’t really want to think about her right now.
He flies to a nearby natural hot spring on Mt. Paozu. Thankfully, no animals would come here this time of night, so Goku has the place to himself.
He strips and gives a sigh of relief when his length is finally exposed to warm air. He palms it a little bit and hisses at how sensitive it is. He’d probably finish in just a few strokes, just from how worked up he is.
But he doesn’t want that right now. He just wants to… linger for a little while.
Clothes off, Goku steps into the hot spring and feels some of the tension in his muscles leave . He sits on one of the rocks in the water, letting the warmth come up to his shoulders. He sighs and tilts his head back to watch the steam curl into the night sky.
The tension in his body is almost completely gone. There’s just one place where it isn’t.
Goku starts languidly stroking his length as he fantasizes about what he just saw.
He imagines that instead of Bulma, it was him Vegeta approached, asking for a massage. Vegeta would be a great shade of red, his eyes would dart away from Goku’s as he makes his request quietly. Goku would pretend to not know what he’s talking about, and then Vegeta would meet his eyes, indignant and loudly demanding that he comply.
His face would be red from both embarrassment and anger, and Goku wouldn’t say no to that.
Goku would then pick him up by hugging his pinched waist. Vegeta would squawk indignantly and demand to be put down. Goku would ignore Vegeta’s demands, as he always does, and instead hug him tighter, appreciating their size difference. Goku’s body would envelop Vegeta’s easily and eventually Vegeta would stop pretending to struggle.
As soon as he stops, Goku would then throw him onto the bed, watching as his body bounces slightly on the mattress. Goku would keep a close eye on how Vegeta’s muscles would flex and relax at the treatment. He would pay very close attention to how deep his blush got, how it would reach his ears and neck. Goku would trace its borders if he could, watching them expand and go further the more embarrassed Vegeta got, but that’s not what he’s here to do.
“Turn over.” Goku would say, and even though Vegeta would grumble about it, he’d comply.
He’d then swing his leg over both of Vegeta’s and sit flush with his hip. Although, when Vegeta’s on his back, it’s more like sitting on Vegeta’s ass. And Vegeta has a great ass, Goku thinks as he imagines kneading it.
In his imagination, Vegeta is naked, fully prepared for Goku to get his hands all over him. But Goku gets annoyed at his imaginary gi. If it wasn’t there, Vegeta’s ass would be rubbing up against his…
Well, this is a fantasy.
Goku suddenly isn’t wearing clothes in his imagination either . He moans at the thought of his dick being nestled in the valley of such a great ass. Vegeta has such a small waist too, and at this angle, he can marvel at how deep his full length would reach inside him. He can so closely imagine how stretched Vegeta would be around him. Imagining his dick being inside of that amazing little body has Goku biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
He can’t go down this path too soon. It’ll get him way too close to the edge.
Goku reaches his hand under the water of the hot spring once again, gently stroking his length as he falls deeper into the fantasy.
He thinks about humping against Vegeta for a few moments, before Vegeta would get annoyed and kick his foot against Goku’s backside. He’d say “Stop getting distracted, idiot.” and Goku would refocus.
He’d reach over to the bedside table with the same sweet, flowery scented bottle as before. He’d open it and pour it onto his hands, rubbing it in the same way Bulma had.
Except Goku doesn’t really know how much to use, or what to do with the rest. So he’d just pour the rest out onto Vegeta’s back, watching as the glistening oil seeps into the divots of the muscles, sliding through them, like small streams making their way to the ocean.
Before the oil has a chance to drip too far down Vegeta’s sides and fall on the bed, Goku gently caresses the skin on his back and gathers the oil to spread it out evenly.
Even with this gentle press, Goku’s hands glide smoothly across the supple skin. As he spreads it out, Goku takes the time to trace over every scar on Vegeta’s back. He gently presses his fingers into the magnificent construct of muscle with the intention of spreading out the oil.
By the time his back is fully coated, Goku imagines he’d sit back and admire his work a little. In reality, Goku strokes himself a little faster, feeling his length get harder. In his fantasy, he’s completely still, so as not to disturb the quiet and sensual atmosphere he finds himself and Vegeta in.
It’s not Vegeta and Bulma’s bedroom. No, in his fantasy, they’re in his room. Vegeta is splayed out onto his mattress, and the only light illuminating the room isn’t the faint lights of West City, but the soft starlight allowed to shine in presence of a new moon.
Vegeta looks better like this, he thinks, draped in the light of stars. He’s from space after all.
In his mind, the stars are able to show Goku the contours of Vegeta’s back better than the city lights did. Instead of the harsh glares bouncing off the strong curves of muscle, the starlight gently illuminates his body. The sheen of his back is highlighted in an ethereal glow, making him seem otherworldly.
Goku realizes he’s nearing completion again and he hasn’t even gotten started with the point of the fantasy. In reality, he grips the base of his dick, clamping down painfully on his built up release.
He imagines Vegeta getting annoyed again, because he wouldn’t be Vegeta if he weren’t perpetually pissed off about something . He imagines Vegeta kicking him again, telling him to get a move on.
Finally, Goku would put his hands on Vegeta’s back. This time, he’d really press down, grind into the hard, tense muscles he knows are there. Goku would press hard enough to force the muscle to relax and smooth out.
His fingers press into the same spot repeatedly, trying to smooth out the first of many tensed muscles. Every press of his fingertips seem to make the skin underneath give way just a little more. Each time, his fingers would feel the muscle getting softer and softer, until it finally goes slack.
He presses his fingers in the same spot some extra times, just to make sure it’s really relaxed. Partially, it was also because Goku imagines wanting to spend time admiring how Vegeta’s relaxed muscle allows for a more pliant touch. When his fingers push down, the supple skin raises slightly between his fingers. Goku can feel the heat coming off of Vegeta’s skin.
Goku moves his fingers in a hard circular motion, moving the plush muscle around, testing just how compliant the newly relaxed muscles are. At this, he imagines Vegeta hums, just like he did with Bulma.
No, that’s not right. Goku would massage it harder, so Vegeta would be louder. Maybe he’d grunt, like when Goku punches him in battle?
Well, that would sound out of place too, although the imagined sound gets him turned on all the same. But this is supposed to be a languid and sensual fantasy.
If he wanted something a little more wild, a little more rough, he’d imagine beating Vegeta into the ground. Maybe ripping his clothes off and spreading his legs, before he even has the chance to…
Goku scrunches his face up, not willing to indulge that particular fantasy right now.
Back in his imagined room, he imagines Vegeta’s voice, somewhere between his loud grunts during battle and the happy hums he heard earlier. At first, Vegeta would be embarrassed to let out his voice but Goku would encourage him.
But maybe encouraging him wouldn’t really work, cause that’s just how stubborn Vegeta is. So Goku would have to force it out of him.
He imagines a particularly hard press is what does it. Vegeta would let out a breathy moan, loud and unhindered from how unexpectedly it came out. Goku grips the base of his length again. How he wishes he could hear that sound apart from the times he’s interrupted him and Bulma in bed together.
He wishes he could make Vegeta make that sound.
But in his imagination, he can , so he does. Over and over, he’d lovingly give his attention to each and every one of Vegeta’s muscles. Every time he digs the heel of his palm in , or when his fingers press down just right, Vegeta’s voice would be let out in a filthy moan.
Goku thinks that some of the oil would trickle down the valley of his spine. Goku would be so focused on massaging his back that he wouldn’t even notice it until it reaches the space between Vegeta’s ass, which just so happens to be where Goku’s dick is nestled.
With the drip of oil, Goku can move his dick a bit easier. He experimentally pumps his hips a for a couple of short thrusts, and his dick glides easily between the swell of that perfect ass.
No, he’d finish Vegeta’s back first. He’ll save the best for last.
Goku presses down even harder, rubbing circles in the oiled skin skillfully, putting care into each of the muscles.
‘See? When it comes to this, I can take care of you better.’ He wants to say. But even in the safety of his fantasy, he doesn’t want to say something like that.
Instead he starts to pepper kisses down Vegeta’s back. His lips caressing the skin gently. He’d whisper “I want to take care of you like this forever” instead. Vegeta would grumble back, but his body language is louder, returning the sentiment in full.
Goku smiles as he gently bites his skin on one of his stray kisses. He teases the skin between his teeth, playing with it and sucking it as he creates an angry red mark. Vegeta lets out another moan, sharper than the rest.
He likes the look of the mark, so he makes more. He travels down his spine at first, a trail of red teeth marks following in his wake. Then he ventures out from his spine, instead tracing the curves of his ribs and waist.
“Kakarot,” Vegeta would moan desperately. Goku almost moans too, hearing his name like that, only as Vegeta says it. “Is this your idea of a massage?” He’d try to sound demanding and annoyed, but Goku knows it would come out as pleading, a whine for more.
“Yup!” He’d say as he continues. Vegeta would have no choice but to take it, although it’s not like he’s not enjoying himself.
By the time Goku’s done with his back, there are many angry red marks on Vegeta’s back. He looks even better like this. Marked up and claimed. “See Vegeta?” Goku would lean in close to his ear and whisper, “You’re mine.”
Vegeta wouldn’t respond verbally, but Goku would feel him shiver at those words. He thinks Vegeta would think the same, but he wouldn’t say it. No, he’d maybe wrap his ankle around Goku’s, since it’s hard to do anything else in the position they’re in.
The little gesture would say two things simultaneously. It’d say “I’m yours” and “You’re mine too, idiot.”
A little gesture like that, over everything else, would probably snap Goku’s control. In reality, Goku circles his length with his fingers and starts pumping furiously. His toes curl at his thoughts of Vegeta, and he grips the edge of the hot spring desperately.
In his fantasy, the oil that had dripped down Vegeta’s back would have sufficiently coated his entrance and Goku’s dick. Goku rocks back and forth, enjoying the glide of his sensitive dick in between the swell of his ass.
On one pump of his hips, the head of Goku’s dick catches onto his entrance and Vegeta takes in a sharp breath.
Goku hasn’t prepared him whatsoever, but in this fantasy, he doesn’t have to. Even if Vegeta’s never been touched there, he thinks he’d appreciate a little bit of pain.
In this dream, Vegeta is tight . It might have to do with how small Vegeta is and how big certain parts of Goku’s body are. It takes every bit of restraint, even in his imagination, to not start fucking Vegeta wildly, to not pin him into the mattress and chase his own pleasure without consideration for Vegeta.
Because even if this is a dream, it’s still Vegeta. And Goku would never treat him like that.
Unless he wanted it, of course.
But right now, in this imagined soft and languid atmosphere, Goku grips Vegeta’s ass and spreads it apart. He pushes in a little bit, hearing a small involuntary whine. He pulls out again until just the tip was inside and pushes back in, but this time Vegeta moans quietly. Goku pushes in more than before, going slow and allowing for Vegeta to adjust because he knows he would never ask for it.
One more time, Goku pulls out until the tip remains. He slides his hands over to Vegeta’s waist and grips him tightly. Pulling Vegeta’s body back towards him this time, he slams in all the way and Vegeta screams .
Vegeta is so tight and warm and perfect around him. Goku’s imagined view of Vegeta impaled on his dick, quivering in pleasure almost sends him over the edge. Vegeta’s entrance stretched over his dick is a wonderful sight and Goku traces it gently with his fingers. Being inside him, he can feel Vegeta’s full-body flinch at the gentle touch.
Vegeta’s neck cranes to give a side-eye glance at whatever the hell Goku is doing and Goku wishes so badly he could capture this moment in reality. The soft starlight illuminating his glistening back perfectly compliments the half-annoyed, half-pleading eyes of Vegeta, silently asking him to get on with it. All of that with Vegeta on his dick… it’s too much.
Giving into Vegeta’s silent request, Goku slams into him rhythmically, making sure to drag out each press and pull. Vegeta is hard to grab onto, being all oiled up, so Goku has to change his hand position multiple times.
He doesn’t mind though. This just means that Vegeta will have hand-shaped bruises all over his body, too big to be Bulma’s.
He can already start to see the red handprints forming. ‘Good,’ Goku thinks, tightening his grip more.
Every time he slams into Vegeta in his dream, he pumps his hips in reality, the circle of his own fingers and the scalding water of the hot spring being a poor imitation of how he imagines Vegeta.
This dream has to end at some point, and Goku feels it approaching fast now. His thrusts become erratic and uncontrolled.
Before his dream ends, he has to say it. At least once. With one final thrust, Goku drapes himself over Vegeta’s smaller form, his chest pressing against Vegeta’s oiled back. He whispers into Vegeta’s ear, “I love you” as he finally finishes inside him.
He doesn’t realize he’s said it out loud in reality too, until his words echo in his ears. He finished in time with himself, his release diluting itself in the hot spring water.
‘One last thing…’ he thinks. ‘One last thing I need to imagine.’
In his fading dream, as he strokes Vegeta to completion, he imagines a soft “I love you too, Kakarot.”
He would’ve gotten hard again from those words alone, if it weren’t for the crushing weight of regret and unrequited love that was thrust upon him as soon as the final threads of that dream released him back into reality.
At least the annoying tension in his body is gone now.
“I told you~” Bulma sing-songs in his ear.
“Mmph… shut up” Vegeta breathes out. “That meant nothing.”
He can practically feel Bulma’s eyes rolling, even though he’s face down on the bed. “Did you hear how heavy his breathing was when you moaned?”
“I did not– ”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. But did you hear it? I could practically feel him buzzing from excitement.” Bulma gently licked the shell of Vegeta’s ear. “I’m surprised he didn’t jump you on the spot.”
Vegeta scoffs. “Oh please.”
Bulma rubs her hands up and down his waist soothingly. “... you should tell him. You know that it would go over well. Chi-chi and I already talked about it and, well… now you know he’s interested.”
Vegeta squirmed under her touch. “You’re stressing me out, woman.”
Bulma laughs softly and continues her massage, letting her words linger.